I’d very much like to get some feedback, as this is my first attempt at a story outside of patchy RP on forums. I’m hoping to get constructive criticism that I can use when writing the continuation of this story.
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He was a wicked man. A cruel, sadistic monster. And he wouldn’t have it any other way. He had just arrived in a fresh town, having just made a hasty exit from the last town after his most recent escapade. He had just his van still, his would-be infamous van, of not for his pristine record. Poor girl, he thought, reminiscing their last moments together, before he planted her in the garden behind the cabin. She was such a beautiful creature, but the woman was spent, and he had to find a new plaything.
He pawned a few of the previous girl’s valuables at a seedy pawn shop, the kind that never asks nor answers questions, and used the money to buy some food. He never kept trophies, and never left a trail. His victims always disappeared into the ether, and always arrived in his domain on the other side, to live through hell and pay with their bodies for his pleasure.